moving from one place to another tires me, even if it is not physically exhausting.
probably because my soul is so slow, it takes ages to get anywhere, whilst my body can be easily moved my mechanisms.
i feel my soul coming back, returning to me. probably tonight.
here’s to you, my soul, who quicken me to hearing, and seeing, and feeling this wonderful world under the sun.
to put
condensed milk
into Earl Grey.
how criminal.
how… sweet.
all night long they were flying,
singing their signals, as they navigated
across the half-lit city
on, on to the north where
the barren land of winter will
spread a gracious table to nurture
if not to protect their future.
and i, wingless, only a witness
to the pungent smell of melting
soil, to the different greys
come to unfurl the life
dormant beneath the last
patches of rotten snow
the past three weeks or so have not been the best part of my life by far, and that is, in itself, an understatement.
but then again, aided by fried meat (with onions), some decent drink and a friend who knows little of the lizard world, i came to a solution.
yes, the komodo dragon. (for some reasons, one of the most respectable lizard species in the known universe)
photo by Tim Knight
the komodo dragon is an overkill of evolution. it is huge (3m or 10 ft+). ir can run real fast (about 20 km/h or 12.5 mph), it can climb trees and attack from above, it can dig holes, AND its saliva is poison to most living organisms on earth. the komodo dragon likes human meat (killing the carrier of the meat prior to consumption, lol). in addition, it is hard not to describe it as a beautiful specimen of the lizard race.
so, you might ask here, what’s the point?
but you see, there is some. Read More
a swish of soot-black,
a flash of bright yellow,
a song of explosive laugher…
blackbird in snow.
and so i was walking tonight, and i felt it. someone looking at me. and i looked round to see, who.
and i saw her. up in a lilac tree.
tried out my nokia c6-01 camera in night setting with a flashlight. not the best, not too bad.
eyes of flame, indeed.
this autumn is not rich in frosts, so the maple leaves turn bright yellow
which creates an air of lucidity hard to describe,
whatever the colour of the sky. especially when the sky is grey.
it seems the sun herself* has come down for a visit ever so brief before the passing of the light.
and the birds sing so piercingly in the clarity of maple-lit mornings.
